cult of Frank, soon to be a boontown, visits New York City and all it does is hover by the laundry room to re.enact Megan.s law for those nostalgic of Frances Farmer.s sad demise from downtown Hollywood, where she was caught trespassing...

upon returning home, 8.22.14

met by cult of Frank Marzella.s imaginary slave slash handmaiden Olimpia De Cristofaro Marzella, his personal ocean cruiser residing at 187 Hickory Hill Drive, Waterbury Connecticut on the stairs less than a foot away from the front door to my apartment, none other.s, to:

a) take a fall and blame me?

b) claim she has been living on her stairs since 1983?

c) prove she is so returning from a hard day.s imaginary visit to the greater metropolitan area by way of the sewer connection to my laundry area, where she stopped to wash the cult of Frank.s diapers, rising slowly to my mother.s apartment the back door way, not to trouble anyone?

d) have me witness her returning from a hard day.s application to my hot water boiler thanks to governmental loan granted her as slob fascist division woman from San PodukersonyesnoskysmelleyVaanVonMcMacro', billboard reading where we buttfuck only unwilling cats, baby girl infants and roosters to get back for having to deal with gender in the first place and think nothing of stalking supermarket clients carrying along woven chairs ecause we left wicker to the Queen in Burma if need for dissimulation be to garnish work from plumbers in the area after practicing on my boilers because they send their children to school?

e) finally mind her neglectfulness of me throughout the decades of her importation as war bride to New Jersey by volition of a convent, and Connecticut by volition of Uniroyal, having never visited the premises extensively once, my apartment, refrigerator, library and closet officially never, deciding it was time to check who they can sell intimate documentation of the state of the inner corridor of power ranger walls to after shouting LUCCIA! out the window and simulating a gunshot in the middle of an otherwise tranquil early morning night?

f) to check exactly how long I can go on not speaking to her or any of the Jonestown award recipients, without looking at her even if she lands her presence less than a foot away from my front door key?

g) see if her imagining finger puppets holding signs reciting the advent of the rest of her familiar connections on the premises actually contacts the bridal registry I carry in my brain then tell a coolie psychiatrist.s nurse with sexual hangups against whoever doesn.t fuck minors in the eyesocket after dulling their brain with abuse and the thought of sedatives, drugs being way too good for suck ilk?

h) claim me as her redeemed .25cent less coupon for her to your heart.s content brothel now that my father.s been dead for 58 years and no longer can prevent that?

i) claim that her forehead made her a Neanderthaler?

j) have me take the time out of an otherwise busy bee day, just to shoot a complaint to the FBI, not their infiltrants in the FBI, that not only her cult of Frank, at its own boast,  holds sway at Assurance wireless, also in New Jersey, but at Time Warner, Virgin Mobile, Sprint, and any account I've ever had to prove administerial incompetence for the entire cult.s future incontinence, and has accepted oh since forever the racist murder contract on me from elements at the 111 Precinct who also think nothing of boasting of Hoffman.s murder, all because the cult of Frank.s obsessing with me is a source of muscular titillation to her proving it is alpha while me, daughter of my father, skipped a generation to become a tinted terracotta shard of omega and for good, too?

k) bother me @10.23AM through 10.29AM,still 8.22.14, with the cult of Frank itself, and outside my apartment door, simulating the need to drill in the immediate area, brought along by my mother. After the inspirational I'll send you to a Salo' wish by the slave slash handmaiden, then handmaiden slash slave some days past when they were still simulating an interest in Arthur Avenue, now the global world has as its nuggets of wisdom the following:

.You.re dead to us. waits to see if a Jew responds, since it.s also Saturday;

.Bitch.;

.con quella faccia puzzi di manicomio. .you have a face that belongs in a psych hospital.;

.uUUUUuUUUuuUUuHHmmmM!.;

drilling sound

.Luccia tu ci fai scchifo. Luccia you make us sick;

presses the fire alarm about ten times and threatens see what I do to you in King Kong Klan  Italianate;

hops on my hotspot, thinking it.s his pop, with 8 wi.fi devices, about 4, 5 times, due to the novelty of De Toqueville in America, let alone blogs, and messages for cult of Frank number one son, Jeremy Marzella, who accompanied himself in child at Time Warner Queens Center Mall yesterday when I shut the account because they tried to charge me for time not provided, and that just won.t do, where after I called 911 because they refused to provide a receipt detailing termination of service, and had to call the 866 number for an authorization code, they called their infiltrants at same, claiming I had threatened violence to reg 3 busy switching to reg 1, then back, and covering for the possible shoot out of actual patrol officers with a 6.05 911 call, in African American female, who wanted me back at the point of danger, along with people corraled from my 911 call, without warning them to approach area with weapons ready, as per my suggestion, which I duly reported to Internal Affairs. The message, expanded by cult of Frank Jeremy Marzella.s social worker declared wife, suffering from vertigo from having to live in Connecticut, had her voice for the entire gaggle of same toned since 2010 female coolie response team at Assurance wireless .Till you please a man with your mouth never to reproduce again. Amen. ;

and,
at
10.35AM actually verbalizes .We don.t want to get stabbed or  hurt it.s beneath our race that.s why we punish in sleep like the Jews. One good thing they did.;

pulls of the cult of Frank smartphone and checks this blog, saying .now let.s see what the response is.;

at 10.54am the cult of Frank abandons the interior trappings of life to dedicate itself to hammering something on something else right outside my window. I shut same, resulting in that being catalogued as .an open act of defiance. to be duly recorded and spread through the right padded channels, to keep the lower races far, far away from even knowing what they are being exterminated for so that the madding crowd can approach unsuspected at the right time, in the right pace, after having performed the correct number of mental ablutions just to irritate itself into a murderous frenzy since any talk of cleaning anything gets their minds  thinking of their one big fanny in knickers.